The two girls, one on the left and one on the right, did not dare to get too close to the stove and the red pot. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

One is a vacuum aseptic bottle containing egg liquid, which is a clear egg yolk, the egg white has been removed by Xia Yu before and stored separately, and the other is served on a plate, and in the plate is the "jewel meat cube" that still emits a curling aroma.

Swish!

Swish!

Waving the spatula with both hands, the young man's expression was focused, obviously the pot was covered by flames, and it was difficult for the naked eye to penetrate the sea of fire to see the rice inside, but he seemed to be in control of everything, and that strong confident aura made Dojima Silver and Caiba Ichiro lose their voices.

What will he do next?

Pour diced meat and egg wash directly?

Because he didn't know the situation of rice, even Zhu Qing, who was a chef, was confused.

The flame not only blocks the view, but the heat also shields the chef's senses.

To put it simply, if Zhu Qing was in front of the stove himself, I am afraid that he could only watch the rice being scorched by the flames and scorched.

"If you use 'gas'......"

Suddenly, Zhu Qing's eyes flashed with a hint of waves.

"Diced meat, pour!"

The teenager said.

The childhood sweetheart, who was waiting for the battle, immediately stepped forward, the plate tilted, and the diced meat fell down one by one, and disappeared into the flames as if it was swallowed in the blink of an eye. The girl turned to sweat and retreated.

"Egg wash, pour!"

Another golden-haired girl came up, also dripping with sweat, but biting her lip and pouring out the last drop of egg liquid.

During this period, Xia Yu never stopped waving the shovel.

The higher the temperature, the faster it must be turned, otherwise, if the ingredients are in contact with the red inner wall of the iron pot for even half a second, it will be directly pasted and there is no room for salvation.

But it's not just the inner walls that scald.

The flames on the pot also scorched and grilled the ingredients, so at this time, the rice, diced meat and egg liquid in the Chinese iron pot were simply suffering from the high-temperature pinching on both sides, and it was no wonder that Chef Zhu Qing felt tricky.

"Huh?!"

Erina Nagikiri gripped the empty vacuum bottle and stepped back, but Hideme stared at Xia Yu's spinning right arm and let out a startled sigh.

Yes.

Arm grip on spatula rotation.

This faint technique of drawing circles gives a group of relatives and friends a strong sense of familiarity.

"Ah, isn't that what kind of pastry cooking skills?" said Megumi Tadoko and Maki Morita were also surprised.

"Can the White Luo Snake Refining still be used like this?"

Zhu Qing's small mouth simply opened to the limit.

Tamagawa Ayaka said suddenly: "A few months ago, in the special assessment, he also used similar techniques to cook the "Four Gods of Bliss Porridge". At that time, the clay pot was as hot as the clay pot, and the similar rotation and circle drawing techniques were to make the ingredients move in rapid rotation to avoid staying in a warm area for too long and becoming burnt. ”

"It turned out to be a small way to control the heat!" Ichiro Caiba nodded.

For some reason, Nagi Che Thistle looked at the young man holding a spatula and smashing fried rice in a red pot, as if he was watching a cursive master walk the dragon and snake on the ground, giving people a sense of harmonious rhythm.

Grandmaster's bearing!

The head wonderfully jumped out of this evaluation.

Naginata's face twitched.

"That's it!"

The boy said suddenly, and everyone was surprised, but they saw the boy swinging the spatula with both hands, and then there was a bright and shining thing, which broke the flame of the pot and fell into the container that had been prepared next to the stove.

With another wave of the spatula, the second mass of hot fried rice fell in a wonderful arc with a sparkling flame.

And so on and so forth.

In just a few seconds, the spatula was swung a dozen times.

When the last mass of fried rice left the red pot with the flame, Xia Yu's arm suddenly drooped, and the muscles and nerves that had been tense for about half an hour finally relaxed at this moment.

"It's done!"

Throwing away the spatula and looking at the fried rice in the stainless steel container, Xia Yu suddenly had a smile on his face.

"Look!"

Zhu Qing was the first to dodge.

"It doesn't smell burnt!"

Smelling the incoming smell, Dojima Silver and Ichiro Caiba looked at each other in surprise, and strode forward to the cooking table.

"Really succeeded?!"

Nagi thistle was suspicious, when he got closer, the cooking table had been surrounded, the ghost father had no choice, he could only tiptoe to the cooking table on the periphery and look away, suddenly, as if he had seen a terrifying scene, Nagi cut thistle was shocked.

In the crowd, Xia Yu listened to the noisy discussion, just laughing.

Picking up the first porcelain bowl, Maki Morita handed him a spoon, Xia Yu took the spoon and scooped up a large spoonful of fried rice in the container, and the kitchen was quiet for a while, and everyone's eyes converged on the crystal clear fried rice of the spoon.

Diced meat and rice are distinct.

Moreover, it is significantly different from the dish of "Gold and Jade".

This time, the fried rice, diced meat and rice grains seem to be faintly wrapped in a layer of flames.

But on closer inspection, this coat does not exist, it seems to be just an illusion.

"Hallucinations?"

Watching Xia Yu put on the bowl, everyone swallowed saliva.

"Which of you wants?"

Xia Yu handed out a bowl with fried rice.

"I'll come first!" Zhu Qing shouted, and snatched the porcelain bowl, and even she brought her own small spoon, while taking the bowl, the spoon scooped up a mouthful or so of fried rice, and put it under her eyes to observe.

"Oh-"

I couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at it closely, Zhu Qing understood what the 'flame coat' he had just seen was, in fact, it was just a thin layer of grease, but he couldn't ignore it. The grease is clear and faintly flashes of flame, which adds a lot of color to the dish.

But is it just decoration?

Open your mouth and swallow it with questions!

"Ahem, ahem!"

The fair-skinned face turned red in an instant, Zhu Qing was caught off guard by the rice, as if swallowing an exploding volcano, and immediately bent over and coughed violently, sweating like rain, which was more painful than pouring chili pepper water.

Whew, whew.

But soon, Zhu Qing slapped his chest with one more free hand, and refused the support of Megumi Tadoko and Misa Tamagawa.

"No, no. ”

said vaguely that Zhu Qing was chewing rice grains seriously.

Titicaca.

A crisp cracking sound.

The diced meat was broken, and the hot flow of juice seemed to seep into the pores, Zhu Qingjiao's body trembled, and she continued to chew.

The grains of rice that wrapped the egg coating were crumbled.

The crispy aroma of eggs and rice burst through her mouth and nose, and she let out a hot breath, and as soon as she put the porcelain bowl down, and the spoon was also left in the bowl, she hid her face and fled, and a slightly panicked voice came from the corridor:

"I'll go to the bathroom, don't touch my bowl......"

A few drops of fragrant sweat spilled in the air.

Everyone looked at each other.

Xia Yu laughed secretly, the golden frame was invincible, this special thing was really overdosed.

Chef Lin can't stop the amount of medicine.

He took another porcelain bowl, filled a second bowl of hot rice, and scanned his relatives and friends with his eyes that he thought he was pure, "...... Which of you wants?"

A group of people couldn't help but be afraid to retreat.

Seeing Zhu Qing's tasting reaction, everyone hesitated.

"I'm coming!"

"I want it!"

Two crisp voices almost simultaneously.

People look at Erina, who is a golden retriever, and Maki Morita with long straight black hair.

The two seemed to be competing, and they looked at each other with a strange glint in their eyes.

"Okay, let's all eat. Xia Yu handed out the bowl of rice in his hand first, and didn't look at who took it, so he turned his head and served the third bowl.